You asked about the follow-up to Candy. Well, I made a radical departure and got.a……….CAT!!! Yep, Candy is somewhere flipping cartwheels in the afterlife. I haven’t given the new employee kitty a place on the blog yet, and I’m not sure I will. If his antics today are any indication of the blog fodder he may provide, then I may reconsider and even post some pics. He is he-larious!
Today, he somehow got his 25-pound body in a sun visor and walked around like everything was normal. He even posed for a pic in it….until he figured out that it was stuck on him. He rammed himself under the bed until he got out of it. That cat is ridiculous, and we’ll just call him Carroll. An odd name for a cat, I know, but if you knew his real name, it would make a lot of sense.
Thank you so much for reading, and if it is at all possible through warm wishes and high hopes, I will pass your joy of reading her stories along to Miss Candy…in the afterlife.
One of my girlfriends asked me yesterday for one of my eggs. Yes, those eggs. She’s older than I and just wants to be pregnant again. She’s funny.
She says she’ll be my surrogate and give me the child when she’s done, but she just enjoyed being pregnant. She has one child.
I laughed–hard, and said sure thing. You want to get all stretched out of shape and carry my child just for the sake of carrying one? Knock yourself out and save me the physical trouble.
The irony is that she is not the first to offer to carry a child for me. And I have no fertility problems. I’m quite fertile and all things work as they should. I just put that on a shelf with men who would want to procreate with me because they believe we’d have beautiful babies. Whatever.
I don’t get it, but if the person is responsible, I don’t think I’d have too much of a problem with it–the surrogacy, not the random dude procreation. Guess I’m odd like that.
Now, I have to tell you that I don’t know all the ins and outs of happy, but since I don’t know all the ins and outs of sad either, it all works itself out.
What I do know for sure is that hanging out with an old friend recently has made me one of the happiest ladies around. I absolutely love reconnecting with people I haven’t seen in a while. Some need to stay unseen, while others are like a breath of fresh air. My friend was the latter.
On a side note: Why did I get a request by text yesterday (Sunday) from a guy I’ve gone out with twice inviting me to fly to Chicago this weekend (Friday) to come hear him play?
There are a couple of things wrong with this. First, it was by text. He hasn’t called me one time this summer. We’ve only IM’ed and sent texts a couple times just to say what’s up. What’s UP!! Not, will you purchase a ticket to fly cross country just to hear my play!! That’s not a request for a text.
Second of all (I hate “secondly” Grrr!!!), after two not-dates, I don’t know you like that playa!! Simmer down.
Third, if you do want to make that kind of request, it needs to be accompanied by an airline ticket at your expense. What the heck?!! I think I was supposed to be flattered, but I was only offended. I have to borrow from Dragonly’s mama and say “he done tore his drawls with that one!” What’s wrong with people?
So, yeah, back to happy. Uhmm…I forgot where this was going because in the few seconds that I’ve been typing the phone just rand to remind me that I have triple booked. Yikes!! I’d better run, but yeah, whatever you do in life, make sure you find your happiness and the circumstances that will lead to it.
…with a bunch of frills in a church house and a plated dinner reception complete with live orchestra or band?
Dragonfly’s comment on “Shaking My Head” led me to this question. Can any married person or single person desiring a church wedding please explain to me the purpose and/or joy of getting married with all the bells and whistles? I’m sincerely trying to make peace with this.
Also, for those familiar with the Bridezilla phenom, what are some ways women can avoid it? I have some ideas, but let me hear from you.
I just looked at a pic of an associate who is moderately young and it got me to thinking. Why do some balding men opt for the half hair look instead of just cutting it off? I mean, seriously. What do they think they’re accomplishing my holding on to shadow fuzz? I’ve always wondered that. My dad kept his hair around the sides cut low and not all bald for years. He just didn’t care about keeping it all cut off. A younger dude, however, I would think would want to present a different image.
The guy in the pic is in this really serene pose trying to present a sophisticated, artistic image of himself as this ultra suave guy. LOL But the whole time I’m thinking, why don’t you just shave off the rest of your hair? There is nothing about that 5″ back hairline that matches the image you want to present. Oh well. Can’t win ‘em all. *shrug*
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I don’t believe in expending energy on people who pay no positive attention to me. That works usually, but today I’m torn. I have to be fair. I put more effort into the relationships that matter to me than I used to put. I have a long record of not doing that, so is it fair for me to now expect others to do the same when I just decided to do it myself? Or should I be just as patient with them as they’ve been with me? A part of me wants to say, “You didn’t return my call? Well, see when you get another one.” Another part of me knows that I am notorious for not returning calls and being flaky when I let too much of life pile up on my plate. I guess it’s hard to know which people are busy and which just don’t care. For my folks though, the former is usually the case and I just need to be patient.
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I want to take a mini-vacation, and I’m going to do it too. I guess one could consider my weekly trips a part of a larger vacation, but I want one that allows me to leave the country, even just to the Caribbean. Inexpensive. That’s my goal. Soooo I’ve been watching the net for trips, and wouldn’t you know it? The cheapest trips are to……………..MEXICO!! I guess those H1N1 swine flu fears are affecting tourism. Go figure. Well, for that same reason, Mexico is off of my list–for now.
Dilemma: Well, not really. But here goes. I’ve tried to think of a travel buddy. My usual suspects is occupied right now, and her funds are low. All of my other friends with whom I’d travel are married with small children. Compatibility is extremely important in a travel buddy. Extremely. I asked one of my cool guy friends before summer began. He said yes. I could never decide what I wanted to do, and now that I have, I haven’t heard back from him. Although my indecision can be quite a large pill, I’m going to thump that homie of mine. He may be seeing someone right now. Who knows? And I’ve been too something to give him a call.
This is really a not-dilemma because accompanied or solo I’m still going to go—-somewhere outside the US. I brought my passport with me for a reason. I just know that some destinations really require a travel companion. Oh well. Caution has been thrown to the wind.
Another guy has invited me on a cruise to the Bahamas, Turks and Caicos, and somewhere else in the Fall. That’s a very generous offer, but he’s made his intentions clear that he’d like to “court me.” Now, I’m not interested in that and have made that clear. If he could accept that and still take me along, well, then we might have a deal! Although he might say okay to that, really, what are that chances that he’d be telling the truth? Exactly.
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I think I’ve emptied out all my randomness for the day. Oh! Not quite.
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My family is way cool. I’m finding that the older I get the more dependable they are than the friends in whom I’ve invested most of my time. I love those guys. My family, I mean. I’m blessed.
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I used to care what people thought of me, whether they “got me” or not. Now, I do.NOT.care who doesn’t understand me or why. I just don’t. Either you understand or you don’t. Either you love or like me or you don’t. It’s just that easy. And I keep right on moving.
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I realize that at some point when I wasn’t looking I stopped thinking about, worrying about, praying about–a relationship with a man or any other relationships for that matter, and I commenced to living my life. I feel so liberated, so free. I have to truly say that I am content. I don’t want anyone’s life I see around me—not a single one. All I can live in is now and there’s no point wasting time in what may or may not be. I don’t know what tomorrow holds and I have to be okay with that. I don’t even know if tomorrow holds me in it, but I do know that I have today because I’m kicking and breathing in it. And I’ll be doggone (what does this mean? *smile*) if I’m going to let it get by me without me creating a big bang!!!
Now, THAT is all! I’m off to see what wonders will greet me today!
